Mark Twain - Английский язык с Марком Твеном. Принц и нищий (Mark Twain. The Prince and the Pauper)

'Ah, my king (ах, мой король),' cried Hendon (вскричал Хендон), coloring slightly (краснея слегка), 'do not thou condemn me (не выноси мне приговор; to condemn — приговаривать) — wait, and thou shalt see (подожди, и ты увидишь). I am no impostor (я не самозванец) — she will say it (она скажет это); you shall hear it (ты услышишь это) from the sweetest lips in England (из сладчайших губ в Англии). I an impostor (я — самозванец)? Why I know this old hall (почему же я знаю этот старый холл), these pictures of my ancestors (эти картины моих предков), and all these things that are about us (и все эти вещи, которые вокруг нас), as a child knoweth its own nursery (как ребенок знает свою собственную детскую). Here was I born and bred (здесь я был рожден и вскормлен; to bear — рождать; to breed — выкормить, разводить), my lord (милорд); I speak the truth (я говорю правду); I would not deceive thee (я не обманывал бы тебя); and should none else believe (и если никто другой не поверит; should — должен; else — еще), I pray thee do not thou doubt me (я молю тебя, не сомневайся во мне) — I could not bear it (я не мог бы этого вынести).'

'I do not doubt thee (я не сомневаюсь в тебе),' said the king (сказал король), with a childlike simplicity and faith (с детской простотой и верой).

'I thank thee out of my heart (я благодарю тебя из моего сердца = от всего сердца)!' exclaimed Hendon (воскликнул Хендон), with a fervency which showed (с горячностью, которая показала) that he was touched (что он был тронут). The king added (король добавил), with the same gentle simplicity (с той же мягкой простотой):

'Dost thou doubt me (сомневаешься ли ты во мне)?'

A guilty confusion seized upon Hendon (виноватое смущение охватило Хендона), and he was grateful (и он был благодарен) that the door opened to admit Hugh (что дверь открылась, чтобы впустить Хью), at that moment (в тот момент), and saved him the necessity of replying (и спасла его от необходимости ответить: «сберегла ему необходимость ответить»).

A beautiful lady (красивая дама), richly clothed (богато одетая), followed Hugh (проследовала за Хью), and after her came several liveried servants (и за ней пришли несколько одетых в ливреи слуг; livery — ливрея). The lady walked slowly (дама шла медленно), with her head bowed (с ее головой склоненной) and her eyes fixed upon the floor (и ее глазами уставившимися в пол). The face was unspeakably sad (лицо было несказанно грустным). Miles Hendon sprang forward (Майлс Хендон ринулся вперед; to spring — прыгнуть), crying out (крича):

'Oh, my Edith, my darling (о, моя Эдит, моя дорогая) —'

But Hugh waved him back (но Хью остановил его, махнув рукой; to wave — махать; back — назад), gravely (важно), and said to the lady (и сказал даме):

'Look upon him (взгляни на него). Do you know him (знаешь ли ты его)?'

At the sound of Miles's voice (при звуке голоса Майлса) the woman had started slightly (женщина вздрогнула слегка), and her cheeks had flushed (и ее щеки зарделись); she was trembling now (она дрожала теперь). She stood still (она стояла неподвижно; to stand — стоять), during an impressive pause of several moments (в течение впечатляющей паузы на несколько секунд); then slowly lifted up her head (затем медленно подняла вверх голову) and looked into Hendon's eyes (и заглянула в глаза Хендона) with a stony and frightened gaze (каменным и испуганным взором); the blood sank out of her face (кровь отхлынула от ее лица; to sink — тонуть, падать, снижаться), drop by drop (капля за каплей), till nothing remained (пока ничего не осталось) but the gray pallor of death (кроме серой бледности смерти); then she said (затем она сказала), in a voice as dead as the face (голосом, таким же мертвым, как лицо), 'I know him not (я не знаю его)!' and turned (и повернулась), with a moan and stifled sob (со стоном и подавленным рыданием), and tottered out of the room (и неверной походкой вышла из комнаты; to totter — идти неверной походкой).

survive [sə`vaıv], condemn [kən`dem], reply [rı`plaı]

'The five arch villains have survived the two-and-twenty leal and honest — 'tis an odd thing.'

He continued walking back and forth, muttering to himself; he had forgotten the king entirely. By and by his majesty said gravely, and with a touch of genuine compassion, though the words themselves were capable of being interpreted ironically:

'Mind not thy mischance, good man; there be others in the world whose identity is denied, and whose claims are derided. Thou hast company.'

'Ah, my king,' cried Hendon, coloring slightly, 'do not thou condemn me — wait, and thou shalt see. I am no impostor — she will say it; you shall hear it from the sweetest lips in England. I an impostor? Why I know this old hall, these pictures of my ancestors, and all these things that are about us, as a child knoweth its own nursery. Here was I born and bred, my lord; I speak the truth; I would not deceive thee; and should none else believe, I pray thee do not thou doubt me — I could not bear it.'

'I do not doubt thee,' said the king, with a childlike simplicity and faith.

'I thank thee out of my heart!' exclaimed Hendon, with a fervency which showed that he was touched. The king added, with the same gentle simplicity:

'Dost thou doubt me?'

A guilty confusion seized upon Hendon, and he was grateful that the door opened to admit Hugh, at that moment, and saved him the necessity of replying.

A beautiful lady, richly clothed, followed Hugh, and after her came several liveried servants. The lady walked slowly, with her head bowed and her eyes fixed upon the floor. The face was unspeakably sad. Miles Hendon sprang forward, crying out:

'Oh, my Edith, my darling —'

But Hugh waved him back, gravely, and said to the lady:

'Look upon him. Do you know him?'

At the sound of Miles's voice the woman had started slightly, and her cheeks had flushed; she was trembling now. She stood still, during an impressive pause of several moments; then slowly lifted up her head and looked into Hendon's eyes with a stony and frightened gaze; the blood sank out of her face, drop by drop, till nothing remained but the gray pallor of death; then she said, in a voice as dead as the face, 'I know him not!' and turned, with a moan and stifled sob, and tottered out of the room.